Life as a student, in a masters program is a little bit strange. Work is replaced by school. You're paying instead of getting paid. And so technically all your time is your own, but every minute you spend chilling or partying could've been spent studying. So in effect you have no time to call your own.
Every weekend presents this new dilemma. Should I go out or should I study. And I guess, this is where I realize that I'm actually a crazy person trying to straitjacket herself. I wanna go out, go crazy, do stupid things, but I decide to be good and stay in and study. All this does is depress me and make me think of things I could be doing if I wasn't studying. And of course, I do not study.
Moral of the story, I'm going to go out.
Notice how I am writing this blog instead of studying for my exam on monday.
Every weekend presents this new dilemma. Should I go out or should I study. And I guess, this is where I realize that I'm actually a crazy person trying to straitjacket herself. I wanna go out, go crazy, do stupid things, but I decide to be good and stay in and study. All this does is depress me and make me think of things I could be doing if I wasn't studying. And of course, I do not study.
Moral of the story, I'm going to go out.
Notice how I am writing this blog instead of studying for my exam on monday.
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